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Sep 2016
It is in my grasp
I see it
I feel it whispering
Twinkling between the leaves
On the wings of a butterfly
Soaring on the eagles wings
Mother this is what is meant for me
Go back to remembering
Karmatic lessons follow you
When will you cut those cords
Freedom awaits you
Written by
Carol Huizinga  Okotoks
(Okotoks)   
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   Melissa Rose and cascandaza
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